第八十七篇第八十七篇Story Eighty-Seven

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Story Eighty-Seven · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

Conjuring Tricks

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: on a market-town street in the daytime, a smiling street conjurer stands between two woven mats beside a small wooden bucket and tips a stream of white rice from a small wooden measure onto a growing heap, while a white-bearded old man leaning on a staff and a delighted small boy pointing at the rice look on, with shopfronts, a signboard and a distant pagoda behind them.

有桶戲者,桶可容升;無底,中空,亦如俗戲。戲人以二席置街上,持一升入桶中;旋出,即有白米滿升,傾注席上;又取又傾,頃刻兩席皆滿。然後一一量入,畢而舉之,猶空桶。奇在多也。

有桶戏者,桶可容升;无底,中空,亦如俗戏。戏人以二席置街上,持一升入桶中;旋出,即有白米满升,倾注席上;又取又倾,顷刻两席皆满。然后一一量入,毕而举之,犹空桶。奇在多也。

There was a man who did the bucket trick. His bucket held about a sheng. It had no bottom and was hollow inside, like the ones common conjurers use. He laid two mats out in the street, took a sheng measure and put it into the bucket. He drew it straight out again full of white rice and poured it onto a mat. Again he dipped and poured, and in a moment both mats were full. Then he measured it all back in, one measure after another, and when he had finished he lifted the bucket: it was as empty as before. The marvel was in how much there was.

利津李見田,在顏鎮閑游陶場,欲市巨瓮,與陶人爭直,不成而去。至夜,窯中未出者六十餘瓮,啟視一空。陶人大驚,疑李,踵門求之。李謝不知。固哀之,乃曰:「我代汝出窯,一瓮不損,在魁星樓下非與?」如言往視,果一一俱在。樓在鎮之南山,去場三里餘。傭工運之,三日乃盡。

利津李见田,在颜镇闲游陶场,欲市巨瓮,与陶人争直,不成而去。至夜,窑中未出者六十余瓮,启视一空。陶人大惊,疑李,踵门求之。李谢不知。固哀之,乃曰:「我代汝出窑,一瓮不损,在魁星楼下非与?」如言往视,果一一俱在。楼在镇之南山,去场三里余。佣工运之,三日乃尽。

Li Jiantian of Lijin was idling about a pottery works in Yanzhen. He wanted to buy a big jar and haggled with the potter over the price, but they could not agree and he left. That night more than sixty jars were still in the kiln, not yet taken out. When the potter opened it, it was empty. The potter was dismayed. He suspected Li, and went to his door to beg for them. Li made excuses and said he knew nothing about it. The potter pleaded hard, and at last Li said, “I unloaded the kiln for you, and not one jar is damaged. Aren’t they under the Kuixing Tower?” The potter went as he was told and looked, and there they all were, every one. The tower stood on the hill south of the town, a little over three li from the works. He hired labourers to carry them back, and it took them three days.

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